Oh, mr. pine doesn't wait till after nine
There's not a friend he's had to buy
Keeps his head above the sky
Ain't got much, and he don't ask why
Oh, mr. pine spends his summers drinking wine
Has a friend called gypsy joe
Wears an earring through his nose
Takes it everywhere he goes
Maybe i don't want to know
Maybe i don't want to go
Where the sun shines up the mountain
Drinking wine
I won't wait till after nine
Oh, mr. pine doesn't wait till after nine
Doesn't pa** the time the day
In the graveyard with his yesterday
Looks at it once, and he didn't stay